Author's Note: Spanish translations are in italics after the lines. I apologize if I made any mistakes. Heaven knows I make enough at work (where I speak spanish for at least a fifth of the day).

Oliver Family Reunion

By JDPhoenix

Chapter 7: Mexican Prison

"This is bad," Trini said, pacing back and forth.

"The party's going great," Maya soothed.

"Yeah," Karone said, "I never would have thought Taylor'd like what we did."

Trini smiled. Taylor was having a good time.

She looked past Taylor and saw a mass of Red. Eric, Wes, Jason, Leo, and Andros were there. Eric was there because he was the bait to get Taylor to the surprise party, Wes because Eric would be damned if he didn't make his best friend suffer with him, Jason because Trini had said so, Leo because he thought he could come to Earth with Maya and Kendrix and then weasel out of the party and go hang out with some fellow Reds (yeah, right!), and Andros because Ashley was there and if he didn't come he'd have to watch the kids with Zhane—or the kids and Zhane, since that's what it usually ended up being anyway. Cole and Carter had gotten out of coming because of a wildfire—Carter was going to stop the fire, Cole to save the animals. Trini still wasn't sure if she believed they hadn't set it themselves, but she had bigger problems at the moment.

"Kim's still not here," Trini said, wringing her hands. "Something's wrong. I can feel it."

"What do we do?" Kendrix asked quietly. "The guys are going to start noticing soon."

Trini sighed and tried to think.

"We go find her," Taylor said, suddenly bursting in on their little huddle. "We're Ranger women, for Heaven's sake! We stick by our own! And it wouldn't be a Ranger party if there wasn't some sort of crisis." Taylor's face split into a wicked grin.

"It will be fun," Princess Shayla said.

Trini grinned. "All right. Let's go find—"

"Argh!" Wes suddenly screamed, jumping to his feet. All of the women turned to look at him. "How could you let me touch that?" Wes demanded of Eric.

Eric stayed in his seat, looking at the buffet table, and smiling wickedly. Trini glanced at Taylor's stomach. That baby'd probably come out ginning like a hyena.

"I'll kill you!" Wes yelled, jumping on Eric and trying to strangle him.

"Breast pump," Dana snickered. Trini looked, and she was right, there was a fallen breast pump where Wes had been standing.

The two boys rolled around on the floor for a few minutes while the other men laughed. Then Wes heard the laughing and grabbed Andros' ankle. Andros—in a futile attempt to stay out of the fighting—grabbed Leo, Leo grabbed Jason, and Jason grabbed a box that Trini had set next to him and made him promise not to look into. The three men and the box tumbled into the fray. The box was soon torn open and several full baby diapers fell out. They were supposed to be used for a game of Name That Smell, but were now used as projectiles. Andros stumbled to his feet and was hit in the head with a very stinky diaper. When it hit the floor, Leo grabbed it up and threw it at Wes. Andros, with nothing at hand to throw, used his telekinesis. The cake which read "It's A Human!"—a private joke between Eric and Wes, since Wes had been in charge of picking up the cake—came flying across the room and hit Wes, Jason, and Eric in the back. The three stood stunned for a moment before picking up pieces of fallen cake to throw as well.

Sometime between this and Leo getting thrown through the wall into the middle of the Ladies' Garden Club meeting next door, the women left.

"Hello," a man said, coming to sit at a table outside Kim's cell. He had long, black hair and bright green eyes. He wore a business suit and carried a briefcase.

"Hello," Kim said sullenly in reply.

"My name is Jose Martinez-Garcia. I'm here to try and get you out of prison without too much incident."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you tell me what happened, and I try and figure out a legal way to let you out of prison so this doesn't become a news frenzy."

Kim laughed. "I was going to help a- um, friend and I got lost. Somehow I crossed the border and this dog-deer-thing jumped out and I swerved and here I am."

"You went to help your friend in your pajamas?"

"I was in a hurry."

"Whatever. And your name is?"

"Oh," Kim blushed. "Kimberly Ann Hart."

"Do you have any ID?"

"I left it in the hotel."

"Hotel?"

"We were all in Silver Hills, setting up for a surprise baby shower for another friend when the first friend called."

"Okay. I'm afraid we can't just let you go though. That was reckless driving."

"I swerved to avoid a dog, er, deer-thing!"

"You aren't supposed to swerve!"

"I know!" Kimberly crossed her arms and pouted.

"Listen, I'm gonna go talk to the sheriff and see if he'll let you out on bail." Kim pouted harder and Senor Martinez-Garcia left.

"Está loca," he said when he got to the front office. She's crazy.

"Sí," the sheriff laughed. Yes.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" a newcomer waltzed into the room.

"Ah," the sheriff said, getting up to embrace the young man, "mi nieto. Como estás?" Ah, my grandson. How are you?

"Bien." The young man turned to the lawyer. "Por que está aqui?" Good….Why are you here?

"Está una loca chica Americana alli," Senor Martinez-Garcia laughed. There's a crazy American girl in there.

"Really?" the man asked, switching to English in his excitement. "Where's she from?"

"California, I think."

"Can I talk to her?" The sheriff shot his grandson a look and the young man winced. He knew it was rude to speak English around his grandfather, who spoke none, when he was perfectly capable of speaking Spanish.

"I see no reason why not, just don't hit on her."

"Why would I do that?"

The man walked back into the jail as his grandfather and friend began discussing the charges against the woman.

The young man froze midstep as he entered the jail. "Kim?" he balked.

"Rocky?" Kim shouted, jumping to her feet.

"You're the crazy woman that rolled her car over into the creek?"

"It wasn't a creek, it was a ditch." Kim sat back down on her bench.

"It was a creek a hundred years ago," Rocky said, taking the lawyer's old seat. "Man, what are you doing here? And what are you wearing?"

Kim crossed her arms over her chest and pulled her feet beneath her. "I got lost."

"And drove into Mexico?"

"It could happen! Anyway, what are you doing here?"

"Avoiding the chaos." Kim raised an eyebrow and he explained. "A few months ago I was out with Adam and Aisha and she said something about Taylor being pregnant and how they had to throw her a baby shower and I high-tailed it here. My great-great-grandfather helped found this town. The sheriff's my grandfather, that's why he let me see you. He thought you might like me more than Jose."

"You mean you wanted to flirt with a helpless American girl."

To Kim's surprise, Rocky actually blushed. "No, I just wanted to help. Really, I'd never do that."

"Rocky DeSantos, what is going on?"

Rocky smiled shyly. "Well, I came to the town and there was this girl and—"

"Rocky," Kim gasped. "You're in love!"

"Not so loud! No one knows yet!"

"That's what all the Reds say," Kim said, waving him off.

"All right, Miss Hart," Jose said, coming back in. "We're charging you 800 U.S. dollars for a sign you hit, the tow truck, the police efforts to bring you in, and your stay in the jail. Unless you want to fight the fines?"

"There are no charges?" Kim asked.

"No. Do you want to fight the fines?"

"No," Kim said quickly, relieved.

"Is there anyone you would like to call to bring you the money?"

Kim looked up at the man, she hadn't remembered that she had no money with her. She turned pleading eyes on Rocky. Rocky winced, he knew there was no way out of it.

"I'll pay it. But you owe me, Kimberly," he said severely.

"You have no idea."

"Why are you paying her fine?" Jose asked.

"We're old friends," Rocky sighed. "Come on, I'll get the money."

AN: Thank you all so much for your reviews. I got more than I even hoped for the day I posted.

Next Time: That desert heat makes people do crazy things.